G._ Village nurses
Revenge their wrongs with curses; I'll not waste
A syllable, but thus I take the life
Which wretched I gave to thee.

[_Offers to kill_ Margaret.

_Lov._ Hold, for your own sake!
Though charity to your daughter hath quite left you
Will you do an act, though in your hopes lost here,
Can leave no hopes for peace or rest hereafter?

_Sir G._ Lord! thus I spit at thee,
And at thy council; and again desire thee,
As thou art a soldier, if thy valour
Dares show itself where multitude and example
Lead not the way, let's quit the house, and change
Six words in private.

_Lov._ I am ready.

_Wellb._ You'll grow like him,
Should you answer his vain challenge.

_Sir G._ Are you pale?
Borrow his help, though Hercules call it odds,
I'll stand against both.
Say, they were a squadron
Of pikes lined through with shot; when I am mounted
Upon my injuries, shall I fear to charge them?
No: I'll through the battalia, and that routed,

[_Flourishing his Sword, sheathed._

I'll fall to execution.--Ha! I am feeble:
Some undone widow sits upon mine arm,
And takes away the use of't; and my sword,
Glew'd to my scabbard with wrong'd orphans' tears,
Will not be drawn. [Servants _hold him._
Ha! what are these?--Sure, hangmen,
That come to bind my hands, and then to drag me
Before the judgment seat.--Now, they are new shapes,
And do appear like furies, with steel whips,
To scourge my ulcerous soul: Shall I then fall
Ingloriously, and yield? No: spite of fate
I will be forc'd to hell like to myself;
Though you were legions of accursed spirits,
Thus would I fly among you.--

[_Dragged off by_ Order _and_ Amble.

_Mar._ It's brave sport!

_Greedy._ Brave sport? I'm sure it has ta'en away my stomach.
I do not like the sauce!

_Allw._ Nay, weep not, my dearest,

[_To_ Margaret.

Though it express your pity! what's decreed
Above, you cannot alter.

_Mar._ Was it not a rare trick,
(An't please your worship) to make the deed nothing.

_Wellb._ I pray thee discover, what cunning
Means you us'd to raze out the conveyance.

_Mar._ Certain minerals I us'd,
Incorporated in the ink and wax.
Besides, he gave me nothing, but still fed me
With hopes and blows: and that was the inducement
To this conundrum.
If it please your worship
To call to memory, this mad beast once caus'd me
To urge you to drown or hang yourself;
I'll do the like to him if you command me.

_Wellb._ You are a rascal. He that dare